This is a song about "Out in the county"

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

I'm hidin' in the shadows just to freak you the fuck out

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

When they see me out in the street

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going